Father passed away

Flame of liberty went out.

There was blood shed

On the icy white sari of mother.

Bloodshed was there

On the sacred shrine of her god.

Lost was the worship

Lost was the shrine

Lost was everything,

Lamp, incense, camphor .

My wings were split off

The peaceful dove of my mother.

I lost my way

Shutdown into the earth.

Ruined are the promises

Smell of gun powder comes from the incense sticks.

Screams come from the bells and shells.

Why this war!

Why this futile ego!

Celebrities of victory

And defamations of defeat.

At the end

Only fox and owl

Will be showing their power.

Over the defiled legs of Kauravas.

And the classic statement

That the Kauravas never part with

Land at needle’s point

Without war:

Demolished are all hopes and dreams

All are suppressed by ego and jealousy.

All the distorted and prevent pictures.

History repeats itself again and again

In the mind of man.

Still my assurance worries me

To change the definitions of all

From the bugles of war

To the music of flute.

from smoke of missile to flower and dhup.

I wish

The sweet purity of my home

Will come back on the icy end of my mother’s saree.

And that will hide away all the violence.

The faith of victory

Diligence and sacrifice

Are my weapons